We had been going back and forth in email and IM about the name. That was still not resolved.While I waited for the birth, I reviewed my fieldwork and...came to a conclusion that I had failed to find a micro-economic factor. I was dealing with the prevailing economic factors of a society and an innovative, unique response to it. Not to suggest that is a minor thing, but it wasn't what I was looking for. I wrote that all out in a long detailed, annotated and footnoted letter to Cornie (my advisor). He sighed wearily; there were no surprises leftin the world. He had done that, and seen it all.He decided on a whim one evening to grant Cleopatra's request for avisit. The woman was a real ambitious bitch, but he might as well hearwhat she had to say and have another roll in the straw. She was good,she was very, very good.On his way to her palace, he heard a dirty soothsayer call out,"Caesar, Beware the Ides of March!"'Another charlatan,' he thought. If Caesar had lived his life guided. Mera lund uski choot ke andar tha aur mai uski aankho me tadap dekh raha tha. Muzhey aisa laga jaise wo mere liye jaan bhi de degi agar mai ussey aisa karne ko kahun to. Bahut bhawnatmak pal tha wo.Maine ussey apni baahon me kas ke zakad liya aur uske gaalo ko kaatne laga. Wo ek ashantushta aurat ki vasna nahi ,uska nischal prem aur samarpan tha. Mai khud ko bahut bhagyashaali samjne laga aur phir maine poorey dil se uski chudaai karni shuru kar di. Ab hum do jism jaan ho gaye the. Maine kai. I attempted it but couldn’t quite nail it. I finished cleaning and informed her. My girlfriend inspected her hole with her hands and seemed satisfied.She allowed me a few minutes to clean my thighs and wherever else shit clung on to.She: A few weeks ago you wouldn’t lick my hole if I hadn’t bathed and cleaned it. Today, you ate my shit. I own you completely, . It’s going to be like this every day from now on.Saying so, she spat on my face.She: Now that you have eaten my shit you wouldn’t have.